NovelEnglish"Forgot who you're working for?" Ethan's voice was icy. Doubt flashed in his eyes, but he was firm in his choice. He knew the consequences of his decision today but felt he had no other option. "She'll get it," he told Leyton, then drove off from the office.
Leyton pursed his lips, deep in thought. 'l hope Mr. Arnold doesn't end up regretting this. If Ms. Jent had other options, she might not have chosen to get engaged to him. She's just trying to escape her current situation. With her talent, she made it into Ventropolis College of Art. Someday, when she no longer needs him, he's going to really regret it." The highway was a mess. There were two wrecked silver cars, but the driver who caused the crash was nowhere to be found. A police officer said, "Mr. Arnold, by the time we arrived, one of the cars had already exploded." Ethan, with wild eyes, grabbed the officer by the collar. "Who told you to chase her?" Other officers quickly stepped in to break them apart. One of them said, "Mr. Arnold, even though you're a prominent figure in Ventropolis, the law still applies to you. Attacking an officer is a serious crime. You were informed over the phone: Donna Jolie is under suspicion of murder in a mental hospital. We're simply doing our job." "A mental hospital?" Ethan thought, "She was in prison. How did she end up in a mental facility?" The officer continued, "Yes, we're still investigating the details. We'll document her situation and step up our search. If you have any information, please report it to us right away. She's a mental patient, so predicting her next move is impossible." The relevant authorities were now managing the accident site.
Ethan was torn between Madelyn and Donna. But after Donna's accident, he could not think of anything else. The sky started to drizzle, making the day seem even sadder. In his car, Ethan laid his head on the steering wheel, worn out. ‘Donna's gone! And it's all because of me." Just then, his phone on the passenger seat buzzed with a new text. Seeing the message, Ethan's face became serious. He pressed hard on the gas and drove into the drizzle.
In a villa on the outskirts of town, Donna looked around the living room she had not seen in forever. Everywhere she looked, memories with Ethan flooded back: laughing on the couch, cooking in the kitchen, or watching stars on the rooftop. It felt like they had once been a part of each other's every moment.
Donna waited on the couch. She had not been in a real accident; she had set up the crash scene to gauge Ethan's reaction to her "death." The photos of Ethan's breakdown at the scene said it all.
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